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Losing Grip
Chapter 9-Prayin' for Daylight
Kay-san: Minna! Well, I've gotten half a chapter done on my other RK fic, but I was listening to the radio as I went to sleep
the other night and got this great idea. And thanks for all the reviews, Minna-san! I love ya! lol.
Aiya! Gomen, I forgot my disclaimers! I don't own any of these characters, because if I did, Sano, Aoshi, and Sou-kun would
be mine. I'm a greedy little girl, but I can't help it! Ya gotta love the bishies! (Kenshin would belong to my friend Ria)
--Next Day-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Misao woke up, rolled over on the bed, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Ugh...so sleepy..."she groaned. She took a mom-
ent to look around the room. Same as she left it. Wait- what was that? A paper, there by the window. Curiously, she walked
over and picked it up. She read the little note.
Misao,
Meet me at Keita's Kareoke Bar at noon today.
Please.
Misao was, well, to be blunt, surprised. The letter was typed, so she didn't know who it was from. They hadn't signed. 'I
wonder who it could be from? Maybe Sou-kun wants to go sing again? Or...no. NO, there wasn't a chance. It couldn't be....'
'.........could it?'
--Kareoke Bar, Lunch---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Misao sat impatiently, waiting for whoever it was to arrive. They had reserved a table for her, whoever it was. Just another
five minutes 'til noon...
--Aoshi's POV----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Standing there backstage, he looked calm and relaxed to anyone, everyone. But inside, he was panicking. Had she come? Would
she laugh at him, for this? Did she feel the same way? Or had he lost her, to that boy. That-that tenken. So many questins
on his mind. And he didn't have the answer to any of them. He recalled that saying 'Only time will tell'. Feh. Though he
might seem it, Aoshi wasn't very patient, not really.
And he was feeling all kinds of things. Worried-that she might not feel the same-Annoyed-he hated being infront of crowds.
But above all that, he felt Scared. He, Shinomori Aoshi, ex-Okashira of the great Oniwabanshuu, was afraid. And all because
of a raven-haired, green-eyed girl. But-he couldn't really call her a girl anymore, could he?
Anyway, he was afraid. Afraid she'd laugh at him. Afraid she wouldn't even show up. Afraid that she might, rather than laugh,
say she was sorry. What Shinomori Aoshi hated most was being pittied. He couldn't stand it. That sypathetic look in her eyes,
if that's what happened, it would drive him insane. So, needless to say, he almost turned and left. Almost.
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The music started, the curtains rose. And standing there, in the middle of the stage, microphone in hand, was. Aoshi. Misao
covered her hands as not to let out a startled gasp. Her eyes had widened to about the size of saucers in surprise. She had
thought that there was no way that note would be from him. But then he started singing.
"I don't want to spend another lonely night
ooooooo
I've got the lights turned up
The door is locked, the bedroom TV's on~
Doing the only thing that gets me through the night
Since you've been gone
Prayin' for daylight waiting for that morning sun~
So I can act like my whole life ain't going wrong
Baby come back to me, I swear I'll make it right
Don't make me spend another lonely night
Prayin' for daylight~
I made a bad miscalculation
Betting you would never leave
'Cause if you're getting on with your new life
Then where does that leave me
Prayin for daylight~
Prayin for daylight
Hoping that I didn't wait too long
That this is just the dark before the dawn~
Deep in my heart I know
That you love me as much as I love you
And that you must be lying somehwere
Looking up to heaven too~
Prayin' for daylight
I don't want to spend another lonely night
I don't want to spend another lonely night
Prayin' for daylight"
When the song ended, green met blue. His eyes locked onto hers, an almost pleading look in those icy blue depths. Misao
looked away. She had to. She couldn't look at him. Then, he was right infront of her-he'd jumped from the stage-and his eyes.
Oh, she could feel him staring at her with those big, blue eyes. Slowly, caitiously, she looked up.
"Ai shiteru, Makimachi Misao. Please. Please tell me I haven't lost you"he whispered, watching for her reaction.
(should I end this here? no, I won't. It's too short. Alright,sorry for stalling *dodges random items* sheesh! I said sorry!)
Her eyes filled with tears, and they rolled down her cheeks, despite her trying to keep them from doing so. She choked back a
sob before she said, in a shaky, broken voice,"A-aoshi, you don't know how long I've waited to hear those words...".
And he thought 'Aoshi? Only...Aoshi....oh God, please no. Don't tell me she loves him. Please....'
"I love you Aoshi, but you took too long. I got tired of waiting, Aoshi. I hope you understand. Gomen nasai. I really am
sorry. Onegai, don't make yourself miserable. I don't want that. Find someone else. Gomen nasai, Aoshi-sama. Ja ne". And with
that, she got up and started toward the door.
He grabbed her wrist, turned her around to face him. "Please Misao, don't do this to me. Don't leave me. Don't..."he said,
something sparkled from the light. Wa-was Aoshi crying?! She turned her head away. "Aoshi, I'm sorry. Don't make this any
harder on me than it already is...I don't want to hurt you. Please let me go"She said, trying no reason with him. He let go
and followed her outside.
"Is that how it is?! Is it, Misao?! You're just going to walk away?! Wakatte Itahazu"he shook his head. He pounded the side
of his fist into the wall. "Wakatte Itahazu...."he muttered. Aoshi sunk to the ground. Misao stood there, watching. "Well?!"
he growled. "What are you waitning for?! Go! Go and live you life! If you don't love me, just leave me alone Misao! From now
on, I don't know you. I never did. Sayonara"by now he had stood up, dusted off, and was glaring at her.
"Wait...wait Aoshi. One more thing, before I am earased from your memory forever"Misao whispered. She walked over to him,
stood and faced him. Then she leaned up and forward on her toes. She kissed him, quickly on the lips, and rushed off back to
her apartment. He stared after her, then strode quickly as a flash back to him room in the dojo.
He sat on his futon, and thought about what she had said. About waiting too long, about being sorry, about everything. And a
single, sparkling tear rolled down his face. It rolled down his chin and fell to the futon. Most people wouldn't even hear
the noise it made. But the room was so quiet to him, he could hear a tear drop. And he could hear a heart break. His heart.
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Kay-san: Do you think I overdid it? I'm sorry if I did. I wanted to get a really deep, angsty-ness to this chapter. Nani?!
You acctually thought I'd make it one of those happily-ever-after stories?! *laughs* Me?! Never! I LIVE for angst, people!
Should I make this the end of this story, and write the rest as a sequal? Or should I just continue on as I am? Let me know
what you think of this all please! Oh, hai, before I forget:
Ai Shiteru: I love you
Onegai: please
Gomen Nasai: I'm sorry (gomen is sorry)
Ja Ne: Goodbye
Wakatte Itahazu: I should have known
Sayonara: Goodbye(for a very long time, years, or forever)
Losing Grip
Chapter 9-Prayin' for Daylight
Kay-san: Minna! Well, I've gotten half a chapter done on my other RK fic, but I was listening to the radio as I went to sleep
the other night and got this great idea. And thanks for all the reviews, Minna-san! I love ya! lol.
Aiya! Gomen, I forgot my disclaimers! I don't own any of these characters, because if I did, Sano, Aoshi, and Sou-kun would
be mine. I'm a greedy little girl, but I can't help it! Ya gotta love the bishies! (Kenshin would belong to my friend Ria)
--Next Day-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Misao woke up, rolled over on the bed, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Ugh...so sleepy..."she groaned. She took a mom-
ent to look around the room. Same as she left it. Wait- what was that? A paper, there by the window. Curiously, she walked
over and picked it up. She read the little note.
Misao,
Meet me at Keita's Kareoke Bar at noon today.
Please.
Misao was, well, to be blunt, surprised. The letter was typed, so she didn't know who it was from. They hadn't signed. 'I
wonder who it could be from? Maybe Sou-kun wants to go sing again? Or...no. NO, there wasn't a chance. It couldn't be....'
'.........could it?'
--Kareoke Bar, Lunch---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Misao sat impatiently, waiting for whoever it was to arrive. They had reserved a table for her, whoever it was. Just another
five minutes 'til noon...
--Aoshi's POV----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Standing there backstage, he looked calm and relaxed to anyone, everyone. But inside, he was panicking. Had she come? Would
she laugh at him, for this? Did she feel the same way? Or had he lost her, to that boy. That-that tenken. So many questins
on his mind. And he didn't have the answer to any of them. He recalled that saying 'Only time will tell'. Feh. Though he
might seem it, Aoshi wasn't very patient, not really.
And he was feeling all kinds of things. Worried-that she might not feel the same-Annoyed-he hated being infront of crowds.
But above all that, he felt Scared. He, Shinomori Aoshi, ex-Okashira of the great Oniwabanshuu, was afraid. And all because
of a raven-haired, green-eyed girl. But-he couldn't really call her a girl anymore, could he?
Anyway, he was afraid. Afraid she'd laugh at him. Afraid she wouldn't even show up. Afraid that she might, rather than laugh,
say she was sorry. What Shinomori Aoshi hated most was being pittied. He couldn't stand it. That sypathetic look in her eyes,
if that's what happened, it would drive him insane. So, needless to say, he almost turned and left. Almost.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The music started, the curtains rose. And standing there, in the middle of the stage, microphone in hand, was. Aoshi. Misao
covered her hands as not to let out a startled gasp. Her eyes had widened to about the size of saucers in surprise. She had
thought that there was no way that note would be from him. But then he started singing.
"I don't want to spend another lonely night
ooooooo
I've got the lights turned up
The door is locked, the bedroom TV's on~
Doing the only thing that gets me through the night
Since you've been gone
Prayin' for daylight waiting for that morning sun~
So I can act like my whole life ain't going wrong
Baby come back to me, I swear I'll make it right
Don't make me spend another lonely night
Prayin' for daylight~
I made a bad miscalculation
Betting you would never leave
'Cause if you're getting on with your new life
Then where does that leave me
Prayin for daylight~
Prayin for daylight
Hoping that I didn't wait too long
That this is just the dark before the dawn~
Deep in my heart I know
That you love me as much as I love you
And that you must be lying somehwere
Looking up to heaven too~
Prayin' for daylight
I don't want to spend another lonely night
I don't want to spend another lonely night
Prayin' for daylight"
When the song ended, green met blue. His eyes locked onto hers, an almost pleading look in those icy blue depths. Misao
looked away. She had to. She couldn't look at him. Then, he was right infront of her-he'd jumped from the stage-and his eyes.
Oh, she could feel him staring at her with those big, blue eyes. Slowly, caitiously, she looked up.
"Ai shiteru, Makimachi Misao. Please. Please tell me I haven't lost you"he whispered, watching for her reaction.
(should I end this here? no, I won't. It's too short. Alright,sorry for stalling *dodges random items* sheesh! I said sorry!)
Her eyes filled with tears, and they rolled down her cheeks, despite her trying to keep them from doing so. She choked back a
sob before she said, in a shaky, broken voice,"A-aoshi, you don't know how long I've waited to hear those words...".
And he thought 'Aoshi? Only...Aoshi....oh God, please no. Don't tell me she loves him. Please....'
"I love you Aoshi, but you took too long. I got tired of waiting, Aoshi. I hope you understand. Gomen nasai. I really am
sorry. Onegai, don't make yourself miserable. I don't want that. Find someone else. Gomen nasai, Aoshi-sama. Ja ne". And with
that, she got up and started toward the door.
He grabbed her wrist, turned her around to face him. "Please Misao, don't do this to me. Don't leave me. Don't..."he said,
something sparkled from the light. Wa-was Aoshi crying?! She turned her head away. "Aoshi, I'm sorry. Don't make this any
harder on me than it already is...I don't want to hurt you. Please let me go"She said, trying no reason with him. He let go
and followed her outside.
"Is that how it is?! Is it, Misao?! You're just going to walk away?! Wakatte Itahazu"he shook his head. He pounded the side
of his fist into the wall. "Wakatte Itahazu...."he muttered. Aoshi sunk to the ground. Misao stood there, watching. "Well?!"
he growled. "What are you waitning for?! Go! Go and live you life! If you don't love me, just leave me alone Misao! From now
on, I don't know you. I never did. Sayonara"by now he had stood up, dusted off, and was glaring at her.
"Wait...wait Aoshi. One more thing, before I am earased from your memory forever"Misao whispered. She walked over to him,
stood and faced him. Then she leaned up and forward on her toes. She kissed him, quickly on the lips, and rushed off back to
her apartment. He stared after her, then strode quickly as a flash back to him room in the dojo.
He sat on his futon, and thought about what she had said. About waiting too long, about being sorry, about everything. And a
single, sparkling tear rolled down his face. It rolled down his chin and fell to the futon. Most people wouldn't even hear
the noise it made. But the room was so quiet to him, he could hear a tear drop. And he could hear a heart break. His heart.
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Kay-san: Do you think I overdid it? I'm sorry if I did. I wanted to get a really deep, angsty-ness to this chapter. Nani?!
You acctually thought I'd make it one of those happily-ever-after stories?! *laughs* Me?! Never! I LIVE for angst, people!
Should I make this the end of this story, and write the rest as a sequal? Or should I just continue on as I am? Let me know
what you think of this all please! Oh, hai, before I forget:
Ai Shiteru: I love you
Onegai: please
Gomen Nasai: I'm sorry (gomen is sorry)
Ja Ne: Goodbye
Wakatte Itahazu: I should have known
Sayonara: Goodbye(for a very long time, years, or forever)